It’s strange to watch motivation
Become inert
So many good ideas
Flushed down the toilet
Along with yesterdays dinner
It was a decent dinner
Potato Latkas and sausage
A strange combination of
Ideological culinary abandon
I could hear dead relatives
The same ones I had divorced years before
Complaining about combining
Traditional Passover food
With the flesh of a sow
I couldn’t care less
I can’t remember their faces
Let alone their names
That’s what happened
When I turned away from a part of myself
Which died in desert wanderings
Leaving me dry
It seemed the flavor of life
Had slipped out the backdoor
Heading straight for a chintzy casino
Run by Native Americans
Still looking for payback from a lifetime
Of abuse
I couldn’t abide nor condone my motivation
So I abandoned myself to nothing
I smoked the last joint
And wandered into the local sit down
Looking over the menu-a man of no concern
The special read…
“Bowl of Manna” $2.00
I ordered that and a cup of coffee
How bad could it be?
The waitress brought me a bowl
With nothing in it
I asked her where the Manna was
She explained it came from the heavens
That I would have to hold off
Until God saw fit to feed me
Considering last night’s meal
I knew it would be a long wait
So I drank the coffee
And left a five on the counter
As I walked back out into the overcast day
She asked, “You want your change?”
I said, no…
But maybe you should fire the cook
